Thirty five years ago when my husband and I were newlyweds my husband gifted me with a cute teddy bear hamster. I kept his cage in a spare bedroom near the living room. I got used to him waking up during the day and running on his wheel. I was no stranger to this sound as I had own several hamsters as a teen. When I would hear him running, I would go down the hall and into the bedroom and take him out of his cage and play with him for a while. One day, I noticed him curled up and biting himself. He had eaten a hole in his stomach! I was horrified. The vet said the only option was to put him down. My husband said that he would do it himself, and I told him I did not want to know how. A few days later I was in the house sitting in the living room, when I heard the familiar sound of my hamster running on his wheel. I got up smiling, walking down the hall to the bedroom to pick him up. As soon as I got to the doorway the sound stopped. I looked at his empty cage and remembered that he was dead.
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